• Sorrow washed over she who not be named.
    Even when she strained that it was okay,
    Voices contended that she should be ashamed;
    While sinful scars kept nothing at bay.
    The suffering she hid was more tenebrous then night.
    When she was alone,
    Her world was that of black and white:
    Oh but no one would have known;
    Except for one who payed her mind,
    But not even he who loved could see:
    That she was a once in a life time find,
    And he let her go gradually.
    But as the shadows distorted her sight,
    She whispered to him, "You were the moon in my darkest night".